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To: Ashley Timberline and her brother (I don’t know his name.)
Fr: Danny Ingram
I know my mom wrote you, but I wanted to thank you personally for what you did to help me. I don’t deserve how nice some people have been.
Maybe one day you and your brother can come to my parents’ farm and ride horses or something. We have a three-legged dog that needs company.
Anyway, I’m leaving town for a treatment place to try and get my life together. Thanks again for believing me.
Sincerely,
Danny
Chapter 82
I was thinking about my dad when Sam walked into my room. He sat on the bed.
“What?” I said.
He dug in his pocket and placed a letter on the bed. I stared at it like it was a dead fish.
“Ever seen this before?”
“Yes, sir,” I said.
“Been snooping?”
“More like figuring.”
“Figuring?”
“You told us you killed our father, and then you wouldn’t say anything more. What was I supposed to do, let it go? I looked at some of your letters, yeah.”
Sam nodded. “What did you find out?”
“I haven’t pieced it all together, but I think you used to be in the military and maybe Marshall is a nickname.”
“Go on,” Sam said.
“Well, there’s nobody in town who knows you longer than a few years. I can’t find you in any military database. And the Social Security letter—”
“You opened my Social Security letter?” Sam said.
“It was open. It listed income for only the last four years. But you said you started working when you were a teenager. Why wouldn’t it list income from years before?”
Sam had every right to be mad. He could tell Mom and lock me in my room until I turned 18. Instead he picked up the letter and carefully put it in his shirt pocket. “Come on. It’s time we finish that talk I started a few weeks ago.”
Chapter 83
The scene felt familiar. All of us sat around the living room—except Dylan, who was in his room. Leigh had come out of hibernation and sat with her hair hiding her face. Sam paced in front of the fireplace.
The night had turned colder, and even though it was spring, a gentle snowfall covered the ground.
Sam rubbed his neck and took a breath. “I apologize for leaving you hanging. Part of me wanted to tell you everything, but I’ve been counseled that it was better not to. Now I know it’s important you know the truth. Needless to say, you’re going to have to keep this secret your whole lives.”
He pulled out an envelope. “Bryce found this. I thought it was lost.” He handed it to Leigh. “This is a birthday card I sent Leigh’s mother before we were married. Most everything about my life before is gone, erased.” He looked at Bryce. “I’m glad you found that.”
Sam sat with his back to the fire. “My real name is Marshall Faulkner. My parents still live on a farm in West Virginia, but they don’t know where I am, just that I’m alive. I fly over the farm every now and then and wish I could go back.”
“Why can’t you?” I said.
Sam looked at Mom, then continued. “I was in the army, a special antiterrorist tactical unit. They sent us all over the world. It wasn’t a pleasant assignment, but all of us knew it had to be done.
“Many years ago, when Leigh was about Dylan’s age, we caught up to a really nasty guy named Asim bin Asawe. He was responsible for bombings and the deaths of a lot of innocent American civilians, and he had a bunch of followers doing his dirty work. One night my team and I arrested or killed a couple dozen of his people.
“Asawe got away, and he let us know he’d have his revenge. Somehow he found out about me. Had my name because I was the leader of the team.”
Leigh pulled the hair from her face and sat up, staring wide-eyed at her father.
“Years went by and I took a job in Washington for the defense department.” He bit his lip. “Leigh’s mom always wanted to go to England, had dreamed of visiting castles and walking the moors. So we planned a two-week vacation for the four of us. Everybody was excited. By then Leigh was almost 12 and Kayla was going into first grade.
“At the last minute, Leigh got a terrible ear infection. She couldn’t fly until she got an antibiotic, so I told Lynn to go ahead with Kayla, and Leigh and I would catch up with them.”
Sam stood and his chin quivered. “We dropped them off at the airport and went straight to the doctor’s office. In the waiting room everybody was glued to the TV. A plane had gone down.
“We rushed home, listening to the reports, hoping, praying. And then the news came that it was Lynn and Kayla’s plane. The next day the networks reported that Asim bin Asawe had claimed responsibility for the attack. He called it revenge against the American military.”
Sam turned to Bryce and me. “That’s why I said I killed your father. He was also on that plane, and the bomb that destroyed it was put there to kill me.”
Chapter 84
I wanted to hug Sam. I wanted to say something—anything—to make him feel better. I couldn’t imagine how hard it had been to hold in that story so long.
“When they released the passenger list,” Sam continued, “my name was on it. I got in touch with one of the antiterrorism directors, and he agreed we should let it stand. Leigh and I took on new identities.”
I looked at Leigh. “What was your name?”
“Mary.”
“That’s why my Social Security card doesn’t list income from way back,” Sam said. “All the evidence of my previous life has been wiped away.”
“Do you ever worry that this Asawe guy is going to find you?” Ashley said.
Sam nodded. “Remember when the newspaper wanted to interview you about the accident near Gold Town? I couldn’t let them get a picture of us. Something like that could lead Asawe or his people right to our door.”
I had seen all the terrible things terrorists had done in the past few years. They were so evil it was almost like they weren’t human. I wondered if this was the reason Sam didn’t believe in God.
“Your parents know you’re okay?” Ashley said.
Sam nodded. “I couldn’t let them believe I was dead. I’ve stayed away to protect them, but one day I’ll go back.”
The fire crackled and the wood smell wafted into the room. Pippin and Frodo curled up on the couch at Ashley’s feet.
A voice broke the silence. “It wasn’t your fault, Sam.” It was Mom. I guess she already knew this story.
“You didn’t kill anybody—those terrorists did,” Ashley said.
Sam was near tears.
I wanted to say something too, but I was scared to talk.
Chapter 85
Some say twins know what each other is thinking, that we can almost read each other’s minds. I guess that sometimes happens with Bryce and me. But most of the time I have no idea what’s going on in his brain. For instance, I never expected him to say what he said to Sam that night.
“Can I call you Dad?” Bryce said.
Sam looked at him. Then Bryce stood, and the two melted into a big hug.
“You bet,” Sam said. “And I’m proud to call you my son.” He glanced at me. “I’m proud of both of you.”
Pretty soon all of us, Leigh included, were standing in the middle of the room, arms around each other. Pippin and Frodo jumped at my legs, trying to get in on the act. I don’t know if our real dad or Sam’s wife and other daughter could see us right then, but I hoped they could. And I hoped Sam and Leigh would believe in God someday.
We were all hugging when Mom gasped.
Dylan walked in wearing three pairs of socks, my dancing shoes, and a smile. “Wha’s goin’ on?” he said.
It felt good to laugh.
About the Authors
JERRY B. JENKINS (jerryjenkins.com) is the writer of the Left Behind series. He owns the Jerry B. Jenkins Christian Writers Guild, an organization d
edicated to mentoring aspiring authors. Former vice president for publishing for the Moody Bible Institute of Chicago, he also served many years as editor of Moody magazine and is now Moody’s writer-at-large.
His writing has appeared in publications as varied as Reader’s Digest, Parade, Guideposts, in-flight magazines, and dozens of other periodicals. Jenkins’s biographies include books with Billy Graham, Hank Aaron, Bill Gaither, Luis Palau, Walter Payton, Orel Hershiser, and Nolan Ryan, among many others. His books appear regularly on the New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal, and Publishers Weekly best seller lists.
Jerry is also the writer of the nationally syndicated sports story comic strip Gil Thorp, distributed to newspapers across the United States by Tribune Media Services.
Jerry and his wife, Dianna, live in Colorado and have three grown sons and three grandchildren.
CHRIS FABRY is a writer and broadcaster who lives in Colorado. He has written more than 40 books, including collaboration on the Left Behind: The Kids series.
You may have heard his voice on Focus on the Family, Moody Broadcasting, or Love Worth Finding. He has also written for Adventures in Odyssey and Radio Theatres.
Chris is a graduate of the W. Page Pitt School of Journalism at Marshall University in Huntington, West Virginia. He and his wife, Andrea, have been married 22 years and have nine children, two birds, two dogs, and one cat.